BOOK I. EPISTLE VII. · IMITATED IN THE MANNER OF DR. SWIFT. 'TIS true, my Lord, I gave my word, 5 10 And W* and H** both in town! "The Dog-days are no more the case." 'Tis true, but Winter comes apace: Then southward let your bard retire, Hold out some months 'twixt sun and fire, the first warm weather, see, And shall 15 20 My Lord, your favours well I know; "Tis with distinction you bestow; And not to ev'ry one that comes, Just as a Scotsman does his plums. "Pray take them, Sir.-Enough's a feast: 25 "Eat some, and pocket up the rest.”. What, rob your boys? those pretty rogues! Thus fools with compliments besiege ye, Scatter your favours on a fop, 30 And 'tis but just, I'll tell ye wherefore, You give the things you never care for. 35 Be mighty ready to do good: But makes a difference in his thought Betwixt a guinea and a groat. Now this I'll say, you'll find in me A safe companion, and a free; 40 But if you'd have me always near A word, pray, in your Honour's ear. And all that voluntary vein, As when Belinda rais'd my strain. 50 A weasel once made shift to slink In at a corn-loft thro' a chink; Observing, cry'd, "You 'scape not so, All that may make me none of mine. South-sea subscriptions take who please, Leave me but liberty and ease. 'Twas what I said to Craggs and Child, I trust that sinking fund, my life. 55 бо 65 70 Can VER. 67. Child,] Sir Francis Child, the banker. 75 Can I retrench? Yes, mighty well, Shrink back to my paternal cell, There dy'd my father, no man's debtor, "Harley, the nation's great support," But you may read it, I stop short. 80 BOOK II. SATIRE VI. The first Part imitated in the Year 1714, by Dr. I'VE often wish'd that I had clear Well, now I have all this and more, I ask not to encrease my store; • But here a grievance seems to lie, 5 • All this is mine but till I die ; ΙΟ I can't but think 'twould sound more clever, • To me and to my heirs for ever. • If I ne'er got or lost a groat, • By any trick, or any fault; As thus, "Vouchsafe, oh gracious Maker! 15 • But |